While on a
genealogical research journey through the Midwest, Molly Hamilton impulsively
buys a 100-year-old Victorian house in the middle of a cornfield, and falls in
love with the house’s owner...the original owner, that is. Can he be a ghost?
The handsome, intriguing attorney certainly feels solid—and somehow her soul
knows she has always loved him.
Darius Ferguson
has no idea how he has come to present-day Iowa. The last thing he knew, the
year was 1880, and he had just buried his fiancée, who happens to look exactly
like Molly. He cannot separate the two women in his heart—to him, they are one.
In spite of
being drawn to him, Molly thinks Darius is unhinged. Darius wonders if he has joined
his fiancée in purgatory. If time travel is possible, will love be enough to
build a future together?
Excerpt:
“Molly, wait!”
I froze in place
for a moment. It was definitely a man
under the tree though I couldn’t see his face...and he knew my name.
“Do I know you?” I called in an unsteady
voice. It seemed, though, as if my words
were taken by the wind. Who was this
man? And how did he know my name?
He moved away from
the tree with a tentative step. His
clothing was formal—a dark suit and white shirt—as if he had just been to a
funeral. I hadn’t remembered seeing a
canopy for a funeral on the grounds, but I wasn’t about to take my eyes off the
stranger for one instant to confirm that suspicion.
I thought I saw a
flash of white teeth from under his dark mustache, but he was still some
distance away. Golden highlights in his
chestnut hair caught the sunlight, and my mouth dropped open. He was undoubtedly one of the most handsome
men I had ever seen in my life. My
stomach rolled over at the sight of him, though not with admiration of his good
looks. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead,
and I put my hand to my mouth as if to hold back the morning’s breakfast...if
I’d had any.
For here—in the
flesh—was the man of my dreams. Not just
any dreams. More specifically, my dreams
of the previous evening. Yet I couldn’t
for the life of me remember ever seeing him before until this moment.
“Be careful what
you wish for,” I muttered behind the hand that covered my face.
“Molly, don’t be afraid. I can see that you are. I don’t want to frighten you.” He took another step forward and held his
hands up palms out...as if to show me he wasn’t armed, I thought hysterically,
or to calm me down. Either way, it
wasn’t working.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Bess McBride made
her first serious writing attempt when she was 14. She shut herself up in her
bedroom one summer while obsessively working on a time travel/pirate novel set
in the beloved Caribbean of her youth, but she wasn't able to hammer it out on
a manual typewriter (oh yeah, she's that old) before it was time to go back to
school. The draft of that novel has long since disappeared, but the story is
still simmering within, and she will finish the adventure one day soon.
Bess was born in Aruba to American parents and lived in Venezuela United States
Links:
www.bessmcbride.com
http://willtravelforromance.blogspot.com/
4 comments:
Thank you for hosting today.
Thanks for hosting me on the book blast today, Dawn. I'm finding the book blast a great way to meet fellow authors and readers, and to find new blogs, although I've "known" you for a long time through Love Romances Cafe.
By the way, I'm BESS McBride (not Belinda...I think she's another author). And I actually share your name of Dawn as well. :-)
Thanks again for having me!
Bess McBride
How great that you've lived in so many different places. How much does that "global" vision influence your writing? Is there lots of world travel in your books?
catherinelee100 at gmail dot com
Ah, Catherine, you are beginning to know me well. All my books are inspired by my travels, and the places I've lived. My "global" vision (as you call it), if nothing else, tells me that I need to write to a broader audience than just Americans, as our books are sold in many other countries including India. Yes, there is a lot of travel in my books, not always world travel. I just submitted a time travel set in 1902 England and Wales to my publisher. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Bess
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